I was just hit with the sudden urge to do nothing else but drive immediately home, slip into a bath and read for the rest of the night; eventually diving in until my hands are wrinkled with the hours of age and dreams i'd become enveloped in, and afterward, eventually, slide my fresh and cushioned body into bed until sleep comes.
Unfortunately this quiet little dream is a bit obstructed by the lack of the perfect claw foot tub but it'll do.
